exsilium | ‡6th Treasure‡ video;

Hello again, Esilium. Long time no talk-- [Chloe's looking under the weather in terms of wear and tear only; her bright eyes actually bright today for a change. For the first time in months, as a matter of fact.] good god does it feel good to be free again. Never thought I'd be saying those words, but there you have it.

And don't worry, no more lectures on this end. No more daily mutineering announcements: I can catch up on what I missed in lock up by scrolling though the network on my own and I've got a more important issue that needs addressing first. [There's a brief pause before she adds, gently as possible:] Obviously anyone that wants to talk shop about what went down is welcome to, of course. Just-- you know. We're on the fast track to recovery around here from what it looks like, so I'm not about to force anything else down anyone's throats as long as that remains the case.

Thanks, by the way, for not unanimously voting for throwing us all out the airlock. [Nice to know not everyone wants them done in or worse.]

Right, though, to the point. I need someone willing and capable of doing tattoo work. Good tattoo work.

In this case I'm even willing to consider the magical sort so long as nothing additional goes along with it. Not really a fan of curses and poisoned apple nonsense.

Additional text addressed to Vanozza:

not sure if I should be thanking you for this or asking why you of all people are signing up to look after someone like me right now

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[Jesus. Explains a lot, doesn't it. Chloe doubts he's after sympathy, but she's not about to act like a frigid bitch in response to a confession like that; her brow furrows, lips thinning out into an uneasy frown.]

Ah. Now that's a shame. Sorry to hear it, darling.

Don't be. I'm only pissing around. Can you honestly imagine me tied down like that?

[He can. With kids. And a happy life.]

It's not for us, darling, we've already established that much.

Most people don't piss around about that sort of thing. [You're not really an exception, are you, James?]

Then again I suppose you're right: we're not most people. [Look, there's even a reassuring smile in it for you.]

Bit of morbid humour is good for the soul. [And makes him forget it's real life.]

Are you and Charlie not tying the knot any time soon? No kids in the planning? A family home? The confines of marriage?

[Say 'confines of marriage' one more time and she's so hanging up on this call.]

Oh for-- right. That's it. Moment over. Remind me to send your parole officer a 'thank you' card for taking one for the team.

[He can't help a soft scoff of laughter.]

I'll take that as a 'maybe'.

And I'll have you know my parole officer is sodding lucky to have me. They could have got you, the woman who thinks running out of cells is a stroke of bloody genius.

Happened to think signing you on was a smart way to go as well and look how far that got me. [She does, however, crack a quickly suppressed grin.]

With the crew you'd picked we were destined to fail.

Ah well. Have to admit it was a beautiful travesty.

See, now you're seeing the positives.

Try not to tell anyone. It'll ruin my reputation.

You certainly sang a different tune in lock-up, darling.

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[Ok he can't resist this any more.]

You kiddding? The only knots Chloe will ever tie are her shoelaces. Maybe.

Spoken like a man with experience.

Nathan Drake. Last year's model. Pleasure's all mine.

[Technically the model from three years ago but. You know, details. He doesn't sound jealous, at least. In fact, he's clearly trying pretty hard not to laugh.]

You've done well. I'm still sitting in the forecourt waiting for a drive. Not bloody likely at this rate.

[He doesn't sound too put out by it, at least. Amused, in fact.]

James Bond. Hello.

Fresh out of advice on that one, pal. Charlie's a friend of mine. No hard feelings.

[--did he just say James Bond?]

Oh, don't worry. I'm not one to break up young love.

[You're a better guy than Nate is. Not that he'd ever do that to Charlie even if he was interested.]

Charlie's a big guy anyway. You don't want to deal with that. Trust me.

[Or maybe he's just a better liar.]

I think I could handle myself.

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Oh no, no, no-- don't you dare. [Don't you dare barge in to help him, stealing Elena's lines on top of everything else.]

Hang up, Nate. Right now.

[But look at the opening!!! He can't even hold back his scoffing.]

Oh, excuse me, Ms. Cutter. Do you have names planned for the kids too?

Thinking of starting with 'I'm going to kill you', the third.

Yeah? Where'd you ship off one and two?

[Because orphan jokes are ok when you're one of them, right?]

Straight to your living room. Knew you'd love them. [Clipped and pointed.]

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